87_87643Morrill and Sayers and Hunter chose a remote and quiet path to walk, but they still encountered many Argus scattered on the streets, but fortunately, most of them were already drunk or busy partying, and no one cared about the three white-robed mages at all.

"Where is Commander Dagulas now?" Morriel asked in a low voice as he hurried.

"I don't know, she said that it was none of our business to take people to the station. Sayers was still beating the drum in his heart, after all, what he was doing now was tantamount to treason: "But obviously, your destination will not be the post station. ”

"I'll go directly to the Tower of Seven Sins!" Moriel's eyebrows tightened, as if to strengthen his determination: "It's almost time to the North District, you can go and take refuge directly, you don't have to come with you." ”

Suddenly, Sayes stopped, they were already approaching the glorious avenue that divided the northern part of the southern district, and in the distance, two columns of lanterns emitting magical light stood on both sides of the road, and they could barely see the edge on both sides, and to the left was the palace, and to the right was the tower of the seven sins.

"You guys leave, there are very few people here, so you don't need to cover for me. Morrill was about to turn to the right, but found that Sayers in front of him did not get out of the way, but blocked his path with his bear-like body.

"Refuge, what do you mean?" Sayes spoke in a heavy tone, and Hunter stood noncommittally, not fussing at Sayes's actions, but looking at Moriel with the same confusion.

"I don't know, it's for your own good, it's better to listen to me and get away!" Moriel was also angry, she didn't have much time to waste on these two people.

"Never! If you don't make it clear, I won't get out of the way!" Sayas did not retreat, but advanced, and stood in front of Morriel with open arms like a wall: "We don't know what you sneaked into the city of Watan for, we just want to repay you for your previous favor, but you will bring disaster to the city of Watan." For the sake of Agus, I will not allow it!"

Morrill was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he really didn't expect Sayers to say this.

"That's right, we went to evacuate, what about our family and friends. Hunter also joined in at this time: "Commander Moriel, what kind of disaster will happen, please tell us the truth." ”

Morriel calmed down instead, looking at the two low-level mages in front of him who were nervous and high-spirited, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

"Listen, Sayers. Hunter, I'm just coming back to save my friend, I don't want to hurt anyone else!" Morrill cleared his throat, trying to make himself speak as calmly as possible: "You don't have to be nervous, I just have a bad feeling that this night won't be peaceful, just let you be more careful......"

"You're lying! you must know something!" Sayes suddenly became angry, "I see, you're here to save the construct! I've seen him three times, and each time it's been a killing spree and the corpses of the Argus everywhere. Shante was also killed by him...... You save him, of course he won't be soft on Argus who captured him, with that guy's strength, it is possible to plunge Watan into a sea of fire, I didn't expect you to ......"

"Enough!" Moriel's voice was not as high as that of Master Bear, but the majesty and coldness that enveloped it suddenly interrupted the angry Sayyas: "What do you think, this is war, and it is understandable to only want to kill the enemy on the battlefield and keep yourself, have you seen piles of corpses of Argus, but you have never seen piles of corpses of elves!"

"Say so. You admit that you have not only betrayed Argus, but also that you have become one of the elves?" Sayas's voice was low, as if he was about to jump up and fight desperately if he didn't say a word.

Morriel was stunned again, the guy who usually looked flamboyant and sharp-tongued was so stubborn at this time.

"I'm not with anyone, I'm just here to save people. Get out of the way!"

Not only did Sayers not get out of the way, but even Hunter, who had always spoken well for Moriel, came up and stood side by side with Sayers.

Morriel performed a paralysis spell, and before the two of them could understand what was going on, they were already struggling on the ground.

"If I'm right, tonight there will be a fight between the royal family and the council in Watan, whether it's running for your life or saving people, you can do whatever you want. Moriel, who had already walked out a few steps, said coldly and walked in the direction of the Tower of Seven Sins without looking back.

I don't know if it's really because of the celebration. Or because of the imminent battle, not only was there sparse pedestrians on the Avenue of Glory, but even the square in front of the Tower of Seven Sins became empty after the nobles held a ceremony to welcome Master Kant, but the mage guards that were patrolling around the square all the time were not a single figure, which was indeed too unusual.

Moriel came to the Tower of the Seven Sins very lightly, and when she was also uneasy about this lightness, she found the reason why the square was empty.

Corpses, under the water of the fountain in the center of the square. In the flowerpond between the square and the high tower steps, in the shadow of the thick columns above the tower steps. Everywhere are the corpses of members of the Sanhedrin Mage Guard.

Could it be that the royal army has launched a siege on the Supreme Council?

Morrill knows very well that although the royal family and the council are calm on the surface, there is a situation behind the scenes, and Argus is completely tired of the war with the night elves, and the council has always insisted on crusading against the elves, although O'Sullivan's rhetoric before

Details, but Morrill was enough to decide that this fight was inevitable, and said to Agu, tonight is indeed a good time, but did it really happen?

No, if the royal family really made up its mind to turn against the council, it would never be such a petty theft to engage in assassinations and other activities, not to mention that a few assassins alone could not threaten the council archmage, once the royal family was in trouble, it would definitely fight with the council with real guns, because there is a "country of mages" The famous Argus, the Council cannot be eliminated and can only be taken over, so what is the point of doing such a small action behind the scenes, then, it seems that in addition to himself and the royal family, there are also people who are eyeing the Supreme Council tonight, the Tower of the Seven Sins......

"Surprised?" a voice came from behind Moriel, who didn't make any movements, and the scene in front of her kept her alert, a small prediction spell could let her know who was coming.

"You did it, and why?" Morriel turned, facing the man who was still hiding in the shadows.

"Don't look at me like that. I've just arrived, and that's already been the case when I arrived!" Dagulas stepped out of the shadows, a smile on her face that was already predictable, "And whoever did it finally made it easy for us, didn't it?"

Morriel turned to face the depths of the Tower of the Seven Sins, where Forty-Seven was somewhere.

"You don't need to follow, you don't know the power of the archmages!"

"I didn't say it, I've already given you the Tin Man......" Dagulas walked over, so close that she almost felt the back of Moriel's neck breath breathing, "I'm going to get him!"

O'Sullivan arrived at the town of Welker. It had become a slaughterhouse, full of corpses, blood, smoke, fire, and flowers, as if people had been slaughtered by the invaders in a revelry, but the people of Argus could be comforted by the fact that the killers had also turned into corpses. It was piled up in the middle of the square.

It was a group of red-robed mages, who were the people O'Sullivan was going to contact, and sitting on the top of the hill where the corpses of the red-robed mages were piled up, a white robe had also been dyed bright red with blood, making people think at a glance that it was a red-robed mage, the Grand Master of the Supreme Council - Quentin!

"Are you here to execute this group of red-robed mages who dare to threaten the people of Argus with force?" Quentin somehow got a bottle of wine, and when he bit the stopper, he rumbled down on most of it.

O'Sullivan didn't know what to say, because he wasn't sure how far Quentin had seen through himself.

He did meet with the red-robed mage in the town of Virk, and agreed to eradicate all soldiers and civilians in the town, which was the only way to connect the city of Vartan to the Sleeping Forest, if there was a conflict in the city and a dispute broke out. This can be used as a barrier to prevent the main mage troops of the Council still stationed in the sleeping forest from returning to the city, because the number of red-robed mages is not large, and it is impossible to control all the captives in the town of Virk during the operation, so it is better to kill them - any war has a price.

They did it very neatly, but at the same time, they were picked up by others very neatly. The person who cleaned up these red-robed mages was the Supreme Council Archmage, so how to answer his question?

Of course, he can't say that he is here to conspire with the red-robed mage to besiege the council, O'Sullivan pondered for a moment, or stabilize this archmage first.

"Or, come to talk to them about how to attack the Supreme Council?" but Quentin didn't give O'Sullivan any chance to defend himself, and when he looked up again, there was not a drop of wine left in the bottle.

O'Sullivan's eyes shrank.

"Time, people, plans. I need you to say everything. Quentin put the bottle down, smashed it not far in front of O'Sullivan, and then rolled away.

O'Sullivan secretly condensed his strength, the other party was the Archmage of the Council, and he had to give it a go no matter what.

"Or, do you want to kill this person before you say it?" Quentin suddenly picked up a man from the pile of corpses, the man was covered in blood, but he didn't seem to be hurt too badly, just judging by his angry condition. The man was exhausted and had no strength to resist.

Almost all of O'Sullivan's actions were sealed by Quentin, because it was no one else who was now hanging on Quentin's command. It was Count O'Sullivan's father, Feet O'Sullivan.

O'Sullivan's lips pursed, but nothing came out.

The father's eyes, which had been covered by blood, suddenly opened, and he looked at O'Sullivan standing under the pile of corpses, but he didn't say a word.

"Don't be so insensitive, father and son are ......" Quentin couldn't finish his sentence, and no one knew what he was going to say, and by the time he could speak, he had forgotten what he was trying to say.

O'Sullivan in Quentin's eyes suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight in front of Quentin, and under the sudden change, Quentin didn't even know if this was a real attack or just his own hallucination, he could only instinctively dodge this light of death, and when he rolled down from the pile of corpses and looked up again, O'Sullivan had taken his previous place, and Fei'e was lying next to O'Sullivan

, and inserted a sharp sword that I don't know where it came from.

"You killed your own father......" Quentin stood up. Squinted his eyes and looked at O'Sullivan in disbelief.

"I can't guarantee that I will defeat you while protecting my father, I just picked the wisest one between the choice between two people dying together or only one. O'Sullivan's tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was posturing or confident.

"Beat me?hahahaha, milky hairy boy, you are so arrogant and make people laugh, ahahahaha......" Suddenly Quentin found that his laughter was getting more and more dry, and finally had to stop, when the person who had just killed his own father could still look at you with that kind of calm and shocking eyes, underestimating the enemy would only put himself in a disadvantageous situation.

O'Sullivan lowered his head slightly. The father lay calmly at his feet, looking back, this frail but strong-willed father almost did not leave any impression of love and warmth on himself in his childhood, and it was also given to his brother Julian, but O'Sullivan never felt that he had ever resented this man, and even felt extremely proud to be born in the O'Sullivan family, both life and this pride were thanks to his father, so O'Sullivan believed. If you can die for the family business, your father will not have any complaints......

"What did you just do, you actually know how to use this kind of thunder and lightning technique, but don't be too happy, I'm not as light as Yatu...... In this way, Yatu also died at your hands, right?" Quentin slowly distanced himself from O'Sullivan, although the bald mage seemed savage and rude on the surface, but he was very clear about his own merits as he admitted that he was inferior to Yatu in terms of magic attainments.

"If you know some magic and spells can be called mages, then you are too low-level and incompetent!" O'Sullivan proudly walked down the corpse pile. But now Quentin can't care about why not a drop of blood was splashed on O'Sullivan's clothes: "I'm a warrior, and I only want to pursue victory on the battlefield, and I don't care about the means, doesn't the archmage even understand this truth?"

Quentin gritted his teeth and gurgled at the little bunny, who was just a little surprised that he could kill his father so carelessly. I'm really afraid that you can't do it.

"Just with your little trick, you want to fool me, as the Grand Master of the Supreme Council, it's really too self-conscious, it's difficult to understand and use the magic net by yourself, I think you're just bluffing......"

"I didn't say that I didn't have a teacher in magic, the former Supreme Council Archmage Lum was my teacher, and my family has had a very close relationship with Master Lum since my great-grandfather......" O'Sullivan slowly and calmly approached Quentin step by step, and Quentin subconsciously continued to keep a distance from this young man who couldn't figure out the details, so it seemed that Quentin had fallen behind:" Master Lum, you should know that you took his place and became one of the Council's Archmages six years ago. Having said that, the Supreme Council Archmage's Su zhì is getting lower and lower......"

I don't know if it was because O'Sullivan's words finally angered Quentin, or if Quentin felt that he had no way to retreat, just as O'Sullivan spoke, Quentin raised one hand, and a magic missile whistled towards O'Sullivan.

The magic missile is not a high-level spell, and it seems to be just a temptation for Quentin, but after all, it is from the hand of the Supreme Council Archmage, and it seems that as long as O'Sullivan can't dodge it. It must be either dead or wounded.

A puff of smoke cleared, and O'Sullivan was neither dead nor injured. A crimson wall of ice stood in front of O'Sullivan, blocking Quentin's attack, and the source of the material that made up the ice wall was the blood accumulated in a nearby depression.

"Even the ice magic that Aretha is good at, you can use ......"

"What about this?" Saying that, O'Sullivan suddenly squatted down and put his hands on the ground, Quentin was taken aback when he saw this, and immediately squatted down and put his hands on the ground, and the two of them chanted the incantation at the same time, and the place where O'Sullivan was suddenly stretched out from the ground Five or six stone thorns, two of which directly penetrated O'Sullivan's chest and abdomen, and even the stone thorns that were constantly elongating had brought O'Sullivan's body off the ground, and it seemed that the victory and defeat had been decided.

"Hahahaha, the stinky boy who hasn't broken the milk is actually trying to use my best petrification spell against me, how can you be faster than me, idiot, hahahahaha......" Quentin suddenly found that he couldn't make a sound again, he looked up to the sky and smiled He lowered his head, only to see half of the bloody tip of the sword protruding from his chest thorn, and when he raised his head again, O'Sullivan, who should have been hanging on the stone thorn in front of him, was gone, leaving only two severed bloodstained stone thorns that were still slowly growing under the impetus of the residual magical energy.

"I said, I'm a warrior, and you always forget about it!" O'Sullivan, who was standing behind Quentin, drew his thin sword, and Quentin immediately fell to the ground, and he didn't understand why he, as an archmage, died at the hands of this young man who was originally just a nobleman.

O'Sullivan also sat on the ground, his clothes stained with dust and blood, and this was perhaps the most dangerous battle he had ever experienced